quicksilver blood

Chapter 401 The Iron Faced Butcher

The black-robed man with the cold iron mask descended on the crowd like a god of death.He held a simple Karal Zhanjian in his hand, like chopping pudding with a table knife, he chopped up the people around him very easily.

The blade crunched into pieces, the internal organs were shattered into pieces, and scarlet blood spattered out.Compared with killing with a sword, it is more like beating the enemy with a steel whip. The characteristics of Kalal's single-edged sword allow him to easily tear the enemy into pieces. When dancing at high speed, the special structure of Kalal's single-edged sword will Let it vibrate at a high frequency, and each strike will make the Karal single-edged sword make a brief, low buzz in the air.

Like wild bees dancing wildly, the buzzing sounds are connected into pieces in the air.The black-robed man with the iron mask used quite skilled military swordsmanship to slash circular arcs one after another. The somewhat blurred sword light pulled blood out of his body and splashed it in large pieces in the air.

Each of his blows whipped up a hurricane, sending dust from the ground.Each of his blows sent a rain of crimson blood.

In just a few seconds, the black-robed man wearing an iron mask had already killed more than a dozen people.Spots of scarlet blood splashed onto his mask, making the smile on his mask even colder and weirder.

But the people around have no time to pay attention to this.Facing the threat of death, they yelled and retreated and fled outwards.In the blink of an eye, there was quite a large space around the man in the iron mask.

After retreating a short distance, the fear in their hearts began to gradually dissipate.

——I can’t escape like this.Forces must be organized to fight back.

After calming down a bit, some people with more knowledge immediately realized that they could not escape passively, and it was unrealistic to defend themselves.That butcher like a mad dog is enough to tear their defenses apart.

This kind of cruel military swordsmanship can destroy the morale of the enemy.Facing these ordinary people who had never been on the battlefield, the fragile defense line they formed was almost self-defeating in front of this man in the iron mask.

"Hey! You—"

An old man with a bandage on his arm bravely stood out from the crowd, pointed at the man in black with an iron mask and loudly reprimanded him.

But he never had a chance to say that again.

The figure of the man in the iron mask was slightly blurred, and the next moment he appeared in front of the old man.

The old man who looked about six or seventy years old, his hair was half gray but his bones were still strong, was cut obliquely across his body by the buzzing sword, from the right clavicle all the way to the heart, and a row of ribs on his chest was directly shattered inward. It collapsed in, and a cone-shaped blood mist burst out behind him.

There was an indistinct gurgling sound from his throat, and a distorted look of extreme pain immediately appeared on his face, and he fell to the ground after struggling for a while.

Behind the old man, a child's face was covered with blood, his pupils were shaking violently, and his whole body was trembling uncontrollably.

Suddenly, everyone was quiet.

No one knew what the madman was going to do.He rushed out without saying a word and started killing people. This kind of abnormal silence made these people's hearts gradually filled with fear, as if the person in front of him was not a human being, but some kind of monster in human skin.

The inability to communicate creates fear.

Just when everyone was almost desperate, the man in the iron mask uttered his voice for the first time: "Smile...everyone, keep smiling."

His voice was dry and hoarse, but somehow magnetic.

For a moment, everyone around him was intimidated by him, not even daring to move.Catering to the man in the iron mask's request, they all had stiff smiles on their faces.

"Excellent! Very good!"

The man in the iron mask spoke slowly, as if he were an old gentleman from Titan, speaking in quite elegant terms: "Please stand apart, this will prevent me from killing the wrong person."

Killed the wrong person?

People around were slightly taken aback.

"Wait, this... sir, what kind of person are you going to kill?"

A chestnut-haired girl asked timidly.

The man in the iron mask nodded to her, as if smiling at her.

"That's a good question, miss. Why on earth would I kill someone? Whom would I kill... Yes, who would I kill..."

The man with the iron mask chuckled.His bloodshot, scarlet eyes could be seen through the cracks in the top of the iron mask.It was a terrifying look that made people feel frightened just by looking at it, and would unconsciously look away.

"Yes, folks. You misunderstood something."

After thinking for a moment, the man in the iron mask slowly said, "I'm not trying to destroy something... I'm trying to... create something."

"I've been aware of my future since long ago when I was sent to that slaughterhouse. I fell in love with that red cute thing and I can't live without him...I miss him."

In the horrified eyes of everyone, the man raised his butcher's knife again, gesticulating something in front of his eyes like a painter holding a pencil.

"For example... my latest work. Patient. I want to complete such a work..."

As soon as he finished speaking, someone with bandages on his body wanted to tear off the bandages on his body.

Combined with those who were killed by him in the first round, they have been understood what the killing indicators of this suspected crazy veteran are.

But even though they reacted so quickly, they were still one step too late.

In just a few seconds of sluggishness, the lunatic in the iron mask picked up his butcher knife and killed dozens of people at a speed that was invisible to the naked eye.

His killing efficiency was so high that a dozen or so people didn't even let out a complete scream.On the corpses on the ground that were slashed by Karal's sword, one can see the terrifying huge gap at a glance. The blood and the crushed internal organs spewed out together, forming funny graffiti on the ground.

"Hehehehehe..."

He smiled hoarsely, and his bloodshot eyeballs were almost insanely violent.

The people around didn't even have the strength to scream. Fear turned into an invisible giant hand and strangled their throats. They shook their teeth, but they could only whimper like a leak.

In just one breath, the vicinity of the port has turned into hell.

Then, the completely invincible crazy veteran crossed the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood and continued to move deeper.

There are more people there.More wounded.More footage.

"The butcher...he's a butcher! It's a massacre!"

Behind him, there are survivors wailing: "This lunatic! The lunatic butcher!"

The butcher in black robe with a cold iron mask descended like a god of death.But these people don't know what kind of empty expression is hidden under the mask of death.

(End of this chapter)